Black Horse

May 7, 2017 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Black Horse

branch,

rooted in soil

I leave,

wander,

watered by rain

I grow,

strong,

warmed by the sun

I blossom,

sweet,

as time passes

–return.

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992